They say it all moves
Inside the widening gyre…
Spinning breathlessly, going down, deep down…
My birth, those memories, good days and good deeds,
They are all in the gyre now.
When they can’t feed their bloated bellies
They leave themselves in the mouth of the widening gyre.
The lost answers, the bliss, the illusion of togetherness…
You need to fetch them from the maddening gyre.
The dead must be in the gyre too,
Waiting in a dizzy swim for more company…
The rain, the clouds, the tears,
They are all lurking in the belly of the gyre.
It widens, engulfs, spins endlessly…
Ravaging the domain of life.
Will you run now?
Should I run too?
Run and stretch the ever-widening gyre?
Inside the widening gyre…
Spinning breathlessly, going down, deep down…
My birth, those memories, good days and good deeds,
They are all in the gyre now.
When they can’t feed their bloated bellies
They leave themselves in the mouth of the widening gyre.
The lost answers, the bliss, the illusion of togetherness…
You need to fetch them from the maddening gyre.
The dead must be in the gyre too,
Waiting in a dizzy swim for more company…
The rain, the clouds, the tears,
They are all lurking in the belly of the gyre.
It widens, engulfs, spins endlessly…
Ravaging the domain of life.
Will you run now?
Should I run too?
Run and stretch the ever-widening gyre?
2 comments:
i know...it was aoubt yeats??:)
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